I originally wrote this post when I turned seventy. Now that I’m less than three years away from eighty, I thought I should post it again. I’ve now lived longer than both my parents. Low carb has slowed down and I’m not cooking much at all. That’s about it for changes!
Guess what? It didn’t bother me! Nope, not one little bit. In fact, I felt proud that I’d made it. While I still have a couple of years to live longer than my father, I’ve way surpassed my mother who died at sixty-one.
